Cover Reveal and Giveaway: MY KIND OF CRAZY by Robin Reul

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Today we have the honor of unveiling Robin Reul's debut YA, MY KIND OF CRAZY. Check out this summary:

Hank Kirby can’t catch a break. He doesn’t mean to screw up. It just happens. Case in point: his attempt to ask out the girl he likes literally goes up in flames when he spells “Prom” in sparklers on Amanda Carlisle’s lawn…and nearly burns down her house, without ever asking her the big question. As rumors fly about the promposal fail and Amanda launches a campaign to find her secret admirer, Hank just wants to pretend the incident never happened. And he might’ve gotten away with it—except there’s a witness. Peyton Breedlove, brooding loner and budding pyromaniac, saw the whole thing, and she blackmails Hank into an usual friendship. The more time Hank spends with Peyton, he comes to find she’s protecting her own secrets. Sure, Hank may be headed for his biggest disaster yet, but it’s only when life falls apart that you can start piecing it back together.

Want more? You're in luck: here's an excerpt!

So here’s the thing. It’s not like I woke up this morning and said, “Hey, I think I’ll

light the 100-year-old Eastern Red Cedar tree in front of Amanda Carlisle’s house on fire

today.” Because I don’t know about you, but when I wake up, my mind doesn’t go

straight to arson. Honestly, the first thing I focus on is how fast I can get from my room

to the bathroom without my dad’s girlfriend, Monica, trying to chat me up while I’m

awkwardly standing there in my boxers.

I’d read online that how you ask a girl to Prom can completely make or break a

guy’s chances. I wanted to do something special that Amanda would never forget.

Apparently it worked, just not the way I intended. ‘Use sparklers to spell out PROM’ the

article on the Internet said. There was even a picture with them all lit up on the ground.

Totally idiot proof.

I snuck into her yard like a ninja under the cover of darkness and tried to jam the

sparklers in her lawn, but the soil was hard and unyielding. I looked around, desperate,

and then I spied a nice soft patch of mulch underneath the cedar tree near the side of her

yard. It was perfect, and the sparkler slid in easily. A few minutes later, I had them all

lined up just like I’d seen in the picture, and once they were lit, yelled, “Amanda!” I

actually had to call out twice because she didn’t hear me the first time. Then she came to

the window and gazed down as the sparklers fizzled down to the ground and--boom!

Turns out that was fresh pine mulch underneath that cedar. Pine trees produce

turpentine, so I might as well have lit those sparklers in a pool of gasoline for how

quickly the mulch caught fire.

I didn’t know what to do, so I ran. Which is why I’m now hiding behind a bush

across the street in her neighbor’s yard. This is definitely going down in history as the

most epic promposal fail ever. And then, as if things couldn’t get more catastrophic, they

do.

Baseball is practically a religion where I live in South Coast Massachusetts.

People take their Red Sox pretty seriously, and the die-hards decorate their trees with red

and blue streamers every season in a show of support. The Carlisles are no exception.

And it doesn’t take long for the flames to catch and race the length of those ribbons into

the dry branches above.

From where I’m crouched down, I have a perfect view of the Carlisle house. I can

see Amanda’s eyes widen and her jaw drop open as she observes the quickly escalating

situation in her yard. She pulls away from the window, I’m guessing to call the fire

Robin Reul has been writing since she was in early elementary school, when she used to make her own book club flyers for her classmates and then pen them original stories. Though she grew up on movie sets and worked for many years in the film and television industry both as an actress and in motion picture development, she ultimately decided to focus her attention on writing young adult novels. She likes to write the same kinds of stories she loved as a teen: the ones that give her with butterflies in her stomach and are filled with quirky, memorable characters who stay with the reader long after the story ends. She lives in Los Angeles suburbia with her husband, son and daughter. MY KIND OF CRAZY is her first novel.